Hogwarts in the shadows

After taking the photo, Gellert left immediately.

As for entertaining those people? They are not worthy.

He is eager to go home now, and there is a little cutie waiting for him.

He doesn't have time to waste with these people.

Gellert returned to the principal's office in a flash.

A little boy about four feet tall was holding a quill and concentrating on writing a reply.

"Oh, my sweetheart, I can do it."

Gellert's voice was full of doting. He reached out and picked up the little boy, put him on his lap, and sat on the office chair.

The little boy had an uncomfortable look on his face, which was totally inconsistent with his young face.

This Gellert had called him "sweetheart" from day one, no matter how much he protested.

What’s even worse is that he can obviously drink milk and go to the toilet by himself.

But this old guy insisted on helping him, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Gellert, can we please..."

Dumbledore looked at Gellert with his sapphire eyes, his tone filled with pleading.

He has repeated it countless times, "Stop calling me sweetheart."

Gellert lowered his eyes slightly, looking sad, and he sighed heavily.

"There is a person! He is cursed and about to die. But he didn't even tell his best friend about it."

A complicated look flashed in Dumbledore's eyes. Gellert had said this many times, but every time he felt a little guilty.

If it weren't for Hephes, he would probably really die!

Gellert might even lose his life!

"Let's eat! I'm hungry." Dumbledore changed the subject.

Gellert's eyes lit up when he heard that, and he could feed the ball again.

Although Albus can eat by himself, what does this have to do with him?

Dada brought dinner.

"Come on, ah - open your mouth, my sweetheart." Gellert raised the spoon and brought it to Dumbledore's mouth.

Dumbledore smiled helplessly, but finally opened his mouth obediently.

Time flies, and the day of the first competition is soon approaching.

However, there was a small incident in the middle.

On the third day after they checked the wands.

The Prophet published Skeeter's article about the Triwizard Tournament.

Draco, furious, the newspaper clutched in his hand, found Hephis.

"This ignorant old witch actually slandered Harry like this!"

Hephis took the newspaper and glanced over the pages filled with Harry's figure.

A large part of the book is about Harry.

The Champions of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are only mentioned once at the end of the article, and their names are misspelled.

There is a little space devoted to Hephesus, and he is given a small compliment.

Called him the most likely to win the Triwizard Tournament.

Hefeth read the article with great interest, and he had to say that Skeeter's writing style was quite good.

If she were to write a romance novel, it would probably be a big seller.

Hephis shrugged, "Isn't this well written?"

Draco's eyes flickered with mixed emotions.

"She told me about Harry... Harry, and he never said anything like that."

"This is a good opportunity for you." Hephis said with a hint of joking.

Draco was stunned, and then he kept repeating "opportunity, opportunity" in his mouth.

A light gradually appeared in his eyes.

Yes!

However, he hesitated for a moment and said, "But Harry will feel sad about this."

Hephis admired Draco even more.

"Write a letter to your father and tell him this is what I meant. Ask Skeeter to keep it to himself."

"Thank you, Hephis." A smile finally appeared on Draco's face.

"Okay, get out of here, Harry needs you right now." Hephis patted Draco's shoulder.

Draco nodded and left in a hurry.

November 24th, noon.

Hephaestus wore a carefully tailored dark green wizard robe with dragon patterns embroidered on it with gold thread.

He was wearing a black cloak that moved without wind.

His hair was also carefully combed to highlight his handsome face.

It wasn't like he was attending a competition, it was more like he was attending a grand dance.

"Hephis, you look so handsome today." Hermione was helping Hephis adjust his collar.

Hephis' eyes flashed with cunning, "There's never a day when I'm not handsome."

Hermione glared at him in pretended anger, but couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, "Yes, you are so handsome every day."

Hephis gently held Hermione's hand, "It's almost time, let's go!"

Hermione knew Hephis's strength.

She had seen Hephis and Novia wrestle, and it was earth-shaking.

But she still couldn't help worrying, "Hephis, be careful."

"Don't worry!" Hephis took Hermione's hand and walked out of the dormitory.

At this time, the Slytherin common room was full of people.

They all held their wands in front of their chests, lined up in two rows, stood face to face, and welcomed the king's departure.

Hephes smiled gently, "Follow me. The road to glory begins here."

Then he pulled Hermione through the crowd under the gaze of the little snakes.

Professor Snape stood behind the crowd, his eyes full of satisfaction and expectation.

He led Hephis towards the competition venue, and the little snakes followed closely behind in an orderly manner.

They walked around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and Snape pointed to the tent erected in front of them and said, "That's the Warriors' backcourt area."

Hephis nodded and turned to face the Slytherins behind him. "Today, I will prove my strength with my actions and show the world how powerful I am."

His eyes swept over everyone, "May the glory be with us."

The little snakes shouted in unison.

“May the glory be with us.”

“May the glory be with us.”

“May the glory be with us.”

Hephis gently held Hermione's hand and turned to enter the tent.

Furong huddled on a low wooden stool in the corner of the tent.

Her eyes fell blankly on the ground, and the smile she once had was replaced by a sickly paleness.

Krum was as gloomy as usual.

Harry stood stiffly at the entrance of the tent until Hephis arrived.

He turned his head mechanically, and the muscles on his face twitched a few times, as if he was smiling at Hephis.

Hephis smiled back and walked into the tent with ease.

"Great, all the warriors are here. It's time to reveal the next challenge!" Bagman said excitedly.

"Come on, everybody, come closer." He untied the purple silk bag.

"You will draw out the miniatures of the things you will face! They come in different types. In addition, I have an important news to announce. Your task is to pick up the golden eggs next to them!"